A hotel on the south border of the most magical place on earth.
It was the night my life turned upside down,
The submarine lights’ Venus eyes burning me into the ground.

Hot and bothered,
We dipped our feet into the water,
A fire pit of we’re exhausted but at least it isn’t home.
The wild Wild West is oasis when you mark the territory as your own.

I was too young to see the potential
But as vesta burned France
And I combusted back in England
I wanted to go back
to the anti-torrential
as my world turned to black.

There was no fire escape
And that fact is marvellous.
Maybe I can be re-tamed with werewolf eyes and a red mane -
Just let it be beautiful
And I’ll return to the blazing sun.